𝑨 𝑺𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓, 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔

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«Me too. Captain» I said with a fake smile on my face, I didn't want to lie to him, I just wanted to hide my fear, my anxiety, whatever I had. 

I walked towards the office door, as soon as I put my hand on the handle I heard Price's voice.

«Be careful» He said, probably worried, which made me smile.

«It will be done» I replied and then opened the door and went out closing it behind me, I took a deep breath and leaned against the wall closing my eyes, the mission would have been tonight, the darkness didn't reassure me at all.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself the same man who a short time ago had warned me about the captain.

"Fuck Ghost." I whispered not imagining to find him in front of me, especially since he hadn't made any noise as he arrived, it was one of the things I hated about him.

I looked up at him, it was strange not to see him dressed as a soldier, indeed it was strange to see him.
Although I didn't see his face, I could define that man attractive, does that mean I like him maybe?

What the fuck am I saying now?

“What did Price tell you?” He asked me distracting me from my thoughts, probably if he hadn't attracted my attention, my thoughts would have gone towards a long tunnel of which I prefer not to know the end.

I looked into his eyes, he did the same, his gaze was hypnotic, I wanted to talk to him but the captain had said not to mention it to anyone.
To interrupt that moment was a door that opened, more precisely the door of the captain's office, I turned to look at Price who had just left.

«There is something wrong?» He asked seeing us, the question was logical, I was against the wall, still "scared" first, while Ghost was in front of me showing dominance.

I looked at Ghost, he had his gaze fixed on the captain, he could have said a lot or nothing, his gaze was the same one he had on me a few seconds ago.

«No, we were just leaving» He said nodding at me, like he is telling me to follow him, and so I did, he took me to the roof, a place where usually nobody set foot, so nobody could disturb us.
He leaned against the cold wall looking at me, still waiting for my answer.

«Price said-» I tried to find an excuse, or at least..tell him the truth but he stopped me.

«Do you think I care what Price says to you?»

«But you have-»

Shit let me finish talking for once.

«I want to hear what you think, not what he told you»

«But you..» This time I stopped, I didn't know how to justify myself to my superior, but perhaps he did so because he had noticed that I was afraid, he always managed to understand something more, even if we didn't mention it, it was enough for him to look at us.

«I am afraid»

«I see»

«And do you think you-»

«No, I want to know what you plan to do about this mission»

«Go there?»

«You can't fight»

«Why do you care so much about me?!» I asked, perhaps too loudly, but in any case he remained silent, now he was the one who was unable to give an excuse.

«I have..» He stopped thinking about another sentence to say «Where do you have to do this mission?»

«You can't-»

«It's not written»

«When the fuck will you stop talking over me..» I whispered unnerved by his mannerisms.

«When will you stop being predictable» He sighed crossing his arms.

«Oh yeah sure, because John is an exception right?»

«Don't bring Soap into this convo»

«Does it bother you so much if I mention him?»

He didn't answer my question, he just looked at me, I broke that contact but he approached me and raised my head with two fingers, so that i looked at him, in his eyes.

«Look at me.» he said authoritatively.

«I prefer the floor..» I whispered, but whispering didn't help shit, he was centimeters away from me, he could very well hear what I was saying.

«Are you going to tell me or do I have to find out?» He asked in the same tone as just before, shivers ran down my spine, why did he have this way of doing so..protective?

«No..I mean y-yes..I mean» I took a breath «Can't you fucking come with me when I go?»

«No»

«Arschloch»

«I would like a translation»

«Asshole»

«Much better» He said moving away from me, bringing back a distance between us that until recently had closed, I admit it was nice to have him so close.

But why did I think so?

«But now that I think about it, he didn't tell me and I didn't look where I should have gone»

«Then you will tell me tonight» He said and then left leaving me alone, why was it so complicated to have a conversation with him? He's not one you go to think cares about others, but he still manages to show it.

I stopped to look at the landscape for a few seconds before going back inside, at that moment I had only one goal, mentally prepare myself for this night.

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